Just like Saturday and Sunday, Monday is a dreary and bleak day. Rain pours from the skies and I have a mood to go with it. My aunt refuses to let me walk to school because it's pitch black out, which is "dangerous", plus I would slide down many hills and slopes thanks to the sopping grass. I reluctantly get into the car with my cousin, who didn't seem too happy about the arrangements.
"Why didn't you just get a ride from Maddox?" she scoffs as we get closer to the school school.
Speaking of Maddox, I've been thinking lately; I think I'm going to cut ties with him as soon as this project is finished. I thought he had potential to be kind and nice, but I don't see it as of now. Besides, I'd rather not be friends with someone who constantly puts me down. His words on Saturday took a large
